Rick can sense this, and he wants to hear about it. He pauses his kisses and demands that I look at him. My green eyes open to meet his brown ones, in...ently watching me. “Tell me how you feel about me, Lanie.” I squeeze my eyes shut again and shake my head. “Lanie,” he says firmly, reaching up and squeezing my nipple until it hurts and I cry out. “How do you feel about me?” “I don’t know, Rick,” I gasp, fighting back tears of frustration and anger. “That’s not an answer,” he says. “Look at me!”. She had a great sense of humor and was easy to be with. She also was at ease with our relationship. Some moms don't want to acknowledge that their daughters are having sex but Judy told us that, if she's not home, we could use her king-sized bed. She seemed to expect that were were fucking.That was especially nice since the guest room had two single beds, which, while usable in the horniest of situations, were not conducive to the slow, relaxed sex that Sandy and I much preferred. Now don't get. In a weird way, I kindof liked it. I wanted him to do it again. I straightened up and bentover again, and he swatted me again. I started to get hard in mypanties. Oh my God, what was wrong with me?"See?" he said. "The lace on your butt is the sign of a slut."I straightened up, tried and failed again to pull my dress down, andturned to Ms. Underbust. "Mistress, what do you think? Is this dresstoo short? It doesn't hide my panties. I don't want people to thinkI'm a slut."She fluffed the hems of. If you ever feel alone. Remember me by looking at this." "Will you come back?" "Of course." We rode to the east, along the beach. "Riverveil should be up ahead. Its getting dark. Hurry!" we pushed on and found the town. "We stay here till dawn. Then we leave out. "Fine by me but im taking first watch. Weve had that rider on us for the past 90 miles." "Agreed. But if you wake me up boy..no magic can help what ill do to you." "Riiight." we headed to the inn and booked a room. I got my bow out and.